A Steinitech Christmas.
Merry Christmas, love Spinmontop.
In his short lived career as a moderator, Stein found himself captured by his fanthread. He recognized a few faces, as GCD Regulars and the fangirls that tried to steal his underpants. Miki Ishakawa, Bowie-Spawan, Black Witch of Ra, Kitana Coldfire, Panda Grr, Doctor_Sunday, Spinmontop and he even recognized a fellow moderator, Mother Fluff. (He disapproved of that!) After they chucked the net over him and before Spinmontop shot him up with tranquilizer and he was stripped and had the vague sensation of being licked by what appeared to be Panda Grr and Spinmontop as the world went dark, he noted down all the names he recognized. The GCD mods could use it later and ban these depraved fans once and for all.
Dancing Mia sneakily ran to Dernier*Cri with Stein’s unconscious form and stuffed him in the freezer, knowing that at this time of year very few people would want anything from the freezer. Also, Stein would stay unconscious and frozen until Christmas, when the Steinsicle would be defrosted and presented to the fanthread as a gift.
Christmas Eve, Dernier*Cri, a back room…
A shrill scream echoed through the air. “Girl with cute uniform, please do not to be screaming! It is unpleasant for myself and the customers!” Brennivin scolded. “I’m sorry sir, somebody put a DEAD PERSON IN OUR FREEZER!!” Brennivin sighed. “Not svalr…” He muttered, walking back to where Kanoko stood, pointing at the freezer in shock. He looked in, and gasped. “Girl, you be getting this man a blanket, ja?” He ordered, reaching into the freezer for the Steinsicle.
By the time Kanoko came back, Brennivin was defrosting Stein with one of his fire spells, and a puddle of water was seeping into the floor. “ Sir I got the…” Brennivin grabbed the blanket off her and with the care of a mother wrapping her child, wrapped Stein tightly in the blanket. “Ja, ja, he’ll be fine, go be serving the customers.” Brennivin said, waving Kanoko away.
Once she had left, and before Steinitech officials came to take Stein ‘home’ for Christmas, Brennivin planted a soft kiss on Stein’s lips. Stein’s eyes fluttered open, then widened with shock. “Bren-ni-vin?” “Do not be trying to the talking doing.” Brennivin instructed.
From the shadows, Dancing Mia watched the romantic scene and prepped the tranquilizer darts. “Merry Christmas, Stitch Bitches.” There were two shots, and the couple knew no more.
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